I think I forgot to mention last year that The Wife is one strong woman. During her C-Section, there was a problem with the epidural injection that was supposed to cover the pain during that quite invasive– but necessarily conscious– surgery. From my seat, I could see the nervous eyes of the two anesthesiologists peeking over their masks as they quietly conferred about how to remedy the situation. They waited until the babies were both safely delivered, then kindly inquired about The Wife’s level of pain. True to form, she deferred any concern, confident that her unusual levels of discomfort were only psychological, reflecting her utter familiarity with the surgical procedure underway. She was sure that she could feel every tug and incision because she had assisted in the same procedure countless times, and so waved them off. After some gentle arguing, the lead anesthesiologist finally talked her into taking some gas, since her pain was in fact completely real, and the babies were safely separated from her.
Pain threshold? I’d say it’s pretty high. Mental strength? Uh, yeah… Protective of her kids? Step back, folks.